To love is to find your own soul
Through the soul of the beloved one.
(From: Mary Mcneely)
Take its meaning to heart:
You too may walk, after the hills at Miller’s Ford
Seem no longer far away;
Long after you see them near at hand,
Beyond four miles of meadow;
And after woman’s love is silent,
Saying no more: I will save you.
(From: James Garber)
To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness, But life without meaning is the torture Of restlessness and vague desire-It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.
Degenerate sons and daughters,
Life is too strong for you–
It takes life to love Life.
(From: Lucinda Matlock)
For the cloth of life is woven, you know,
To a pattern hidden under the loom —
A pattern you never see!
(From: Widow Mcfarlane)
Nothing in life is alien to you:
I was a penniless girl from Summum
Who stepped from the morning train in Spoon River.
(From: Ida Frickey)